CHAPTER 15

“I told you.  Argus is a private dude.  Skittish, in fact.”  Maribel stood beside the car, leaned on the open door, and hitched the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder.  The look she saw on Janice’s face was worth the discomfort she felt at meeting Argus alone.  “If he sees the whole band coming his way, he’ll likely bolt.  Money doesn’t seem to have the same importance for him as most, so he might not even agree to another meet.”  Maribel hadn’t needed the greasy man’s services more than a handful of times in the last four or five years, but each time he’d insisted on meeting with her alone.  The possible reasons why were limited, and each elicited a shudder.  He wasn’t just slovenly, o...

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